In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and in the past three days, the strange twenty-four-hour wreath shop has not appeared again, including Lu Qingshuang, who has become a paper man, has also disappeared for three full days. During this period, Yang Jun and Yang Tian returned to the wreath shop more than once, but there were only some ordinary paper people, ordinary wreaths, and ordinary shopkeepers inside, and everything looked so normal.

"It's been three days, and there is still no news from Qingshuang, will she..."

"No, you can't give up, you forgot, the beginning of this matter is this coffee house, and she will come back." Yang Jun clenched his fists, and his hands trembled slightly. He didn't want to hear Yang Tian continue, because he was afraid, afraid that Lu Qingshuang would really be like Yang Tian said, that was not what he wanted to see.

Yang Tian gently lifted the frame, this is the decoration he added to himself in the past two days because he always has to explore the wreath shop, a pair of black frames without lenses. He silently walked to the bar and poured himself and Yang Jun a cup of coffee each, the two of them hadn't slept well for three days, and sleep seemed to have become a luxury.

"Have a drink, you should also have a good rest, if you drag your body down, let alone looking for Qingshuang, you can drag it yourself."

Taking the coffee handed over by Yang Tian, Yang Jun just took a sip lightly, and held the quilt in the palm of his hand, and the slightly hot ceramic cup seemed to be able to calm his inner restlessness a little.

"You go and rest, I'll stay here now."

Yang Jun glanced up at Yang Tian, and saw worry in his eyes, so he had to smile reluctantly. "Don't worry, I won't mess around, I'll rest in the store, wait for you to come at night, and we'll wait here together for Qingshuang to come back."

"Okay, then you have a good rest, I'll go back to school first, and we should have a reason to take a leave of absence. I'll take care of it at school, and I'll come back in the evening. After speaking, Yang Tian drank all the coffee in his hand and turned to leave.

Yang Jun covered his face with his hands, thousands of thoughts slipped through his mind, and then he also drank all his coffee, put the empty coffee cup on the table and walked back to the second floor.

"Gollum~" Yang Jun glanced back, there seemed to be a strange sound just now, but there was no one else in the entire coffee house except himself.

"I guess I heard it wrong, I think I'm really tired."

Yang Jun, who was lying on the bed, soon entered the dream, he was dreaming, in the dream, it was still the old street of Jiushan Village, or the rainy night coffee house located on the street. It was still the same dim light, but it was full of people at the moment, and there was no coldness in the past, a familiar figure behind the bar was grinding coffee, and the mellow coffee entered his body along Yang Jun's snort.

The fragrance is so refreshing, the figure is so beautiful and moving, and the atmosphere is so warm.

"Qingshuang, that's great. You're back, you know? We've been worrying about death these days, by the way, how did you get back? Yang Jun hurriedly went down the stairs, ran directly to the bar, pulled over the chair leaning on the bar and sat up.

Lu Qingshuang smiled lightly and did not answer, but continued to do the work at hand. She scooped up a spoonful of freshly ground coffee, took a small cup on the side, and then brewed a cup and put it in front of Yang Jun.

Yang Jun only felt in his heart that this was fine, no matter how she came back, as long as she came back, it would be fine. However, when he brought the coffee to his mouth, he smelled not the aroma of coffee, but the strong smell of blood.

He immediately retched, and then looked at the cup in his hand, and it was indeed not coffee, but a bright red liquid. The smell of blood irritated his nostrils, and the red blood in the cup was still "gurgling" and bubbling, and each bubble burst into a hot steam, which was the smell of boiled blood. But instead of clotting due to the heat, the blood kept tumbling like boiling water.

"Hmm~Qing" halfway through the words, Yang Jun couldn't go on, where was Qingshuang standing in front of him, it was clearly just a paper person, it was still holding a coffee cup in one hand, and the other hand was holding a bloody human head. The blood that kept flowing down was dripping into the coffee cup, and the sound of "booming" blood slamming stimulated Yang Jun's nerves, and he could feel the position of his temples beating bulgingly.

Yang Jun turned his head violently, and the people in each position were holding the coffee brewed out of the bright red blood in their hands, but they didn't know that they were "cooing" and swallowing. A stream of red ran down the corners of the men's mouths, slid down their necks, and stained the collar corners of their clothes red.

"Jun~" A familiar call, Yang Jun almost couldn't tell who was a human, who was an illusion, and who was a ghost.

"Poof~" Just turned his head, a knife had already pierced his heart deeply, and Yang Jun saw that it was Lu Qingshuang standing in front of him. At this moment, she was holding an empty coffee cup in her hand, and the other hand clenched the handle of the knife, a hideous smile appeared on her face, and then she spun the sharp knife that pierced Yang Jun's chest hard.

The blood immediately flowed out, and a cup was handed over, catching the bright red blood that was flowing. The knife was still stirring his heart, as if it wanted to speed up the flow of blood, but Yang Jun couldn't stand the heart-stirring pain...

He sat up violently, soaked with sweat, and he sat on the bed clutching the quilt and gasping for air. The dream just now was so real that it was so real that I couldn't even distinguish the pain of piercing the heart at the end, as if the position of the heart had really been opened, and then a knife was inserted into it and stirred vigorously.

Yang Jun touched his chest, remembering the dream just now, he still had palpitations, such a real dream was too terrifying. Now it's slimy, and I can't sleep anymore.

Just when Yang Jun put on his slippers and was about to go down to the first floor to take a bath, the sound of water from downstairs made his scalp tingle. The sound sounded so similar to the sound of blood tumbling in a dream. He hurriedly kicked his slippers and ran downstairs, the first floor was still empty and dim, except for the sofa seats that stayed quietly on the first floor every day, there seemed to be no other difference.

Yang Jun touched the light of the lamp and pressed it, but the light was not on. He turned the switch on and off a few more times, but the light still didn't come on, and in the dim darkness there seemed to be a person standing behind the bar.

"Yang Tian, is that you?" shouted Yang Tian's name, but the black shadow did not answer, and was still quietly there, not moving.

Yang Jun was puzzled, he slowly walked towards the person, shouting Yang Tian's name as he walked. It wasn't until he posted it on the bar and saw the person's appearance clearly that he immediately got goosebumps, it wasn't a person at all. Rather, it is a paper figure body with a human head on it.

After seeing Yang Jun, the head actually smiled at him strangely, and then saw him take a coffee cup on the side, and raise his other hand to grab his hair.

With a sudden mention, the whole head was held in his hand, and the blood was dripping down, and he took the coffee cup and placed it under the head.

Then the man scooped a few more scoops of ground coffee into the blood-filled cup, and the still smiling head was slowly lowered back onto the paper body, his face always smiling.

"Your coffee" Yang Jun was stunned, he didn't know how to accept the things in front of him, but his body reacted strangely, and his right hand swung out with a punch. The fist hit the man's eye hard, and the accident happened, but he didn't expect Yang Jun's punch, and the other eye actually bulged out.

The eyeball fell into the cup in front of him with a "bang", the blood churned, and the eyeball floated, it turned in the cup, and the black eyeball went straight to Yang Jun.

When he saw that eye, he began to have another impulse, and a strange voice appeared in his heart. "Drink it... Drink it"

Despite the resistance in his mind, the voice in his heart took control of his body, and he slowly reached out and picked up the cup in front of him and sent it to his mouth.

The man who had eaten Yang Jun's punch at the bar was still looking at him with a smile, waiting for Yang Jun to drink the cup of blood with his eyes into his stomach.

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Yang Jun sat up violently again, he was still in the room on the second floor, and the clothes on his body were still soaked with sweat. He put on his shoes and hurried downstairs, pressed the light that had not responded just now, and the light turned on, and the first floor was instantly bright.

The entire first floor was empty and quiet, and there were no strange figures behind the bar, no coffee brewed with blood on human heads. Sure enough, everything was just a dream, because he was too tired, and the nightmare was caused

"Really, it's just that I'm too tired?" Yang Jun rubbed his temples, although he was unwilling to accept that everything just now was just a dream, but there was no other explanation for it.

There was a strange sound at the bar, Yang Jun was startled, he put down the hand in front of him suddenly, and suddenly felt a little scared of the person he had just seen making him coffee with his head. But as far as the eye could see, the back of the bar was still empty, so he had to walk over to the bar.

"Get out of here, or else... Die! Such a sentence was printed on the bar in bright red, and Yang Jun's eyes widened as he looked at the warning of Chi Guoguo, which was written in blood.

"Is this a warning?"

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